丝丝清新,点点晶莹,这便是雨了。雨,打在窗上,缕缕条纹,晕染开来,仿佛是绫罗上增添的花纹,而这花纹,却是多么透亮。雨,打在檐边,点点滴滴,滑落下来,落在青石板上,落在水塘里,于是便有了绽开的水花,有了层层的涟漪。 Mild fresh, a little crystal, this is the rain. Rain, playing in the window, strands of strands, blooming, as if the Aya Luo added patterns, and this pattern, but it is how translucent. Rain, hit the edge of the eaves, bit by bit, slipped down, fell on the Qing Shiban, fell in the pond, so they have blooming water, with layers of ripples.